I had a dream about a crying wall. I don’t know why the wall was crying; perhaps for some long forgotten holocaust, or because it had been ill-treated during its construction. Whatever the reason, the wall couldn’t stop crying.
And I couldn’t help thinking that it was a major bummer to be around that wall.
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